Title:           Spooky, Bare Bones Outline
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 20th of October 2015 07:24:20 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 20th of October 2015 07:24:20 AM CDT

The room lapses into silence, Sunset Shimmer's latest tale still hanging in the air. Zecora and Trixie stare down into their coffee cups, mulling over what they've been told. For her part, the redhead absently slides her hand across the exposed flesh of her belly, the too short shirt riding up just under her breasts. It's a simple action, but one that brings her comfort, at least until Trixie clears her throat.
 
"And what happened after that?"
 
"Hmm?"
 
Pressing her lips together, the busty, pale girl slings an arm over her chair and glares back at Sunset. Taking a breath, she tries again, "What happened after Rarity was changed?"
 
"Indeed, the story is not yet complete," Zecora chimes in, frowning, "for there is still one bimbo left to meet."
 
"Fluttershy?" Sunset's brow furrows as she looks away. "If it's okay, I'd rather not talk about her. This whole situation just feels so helpless, and knowing that even she fell prey to it..."
 
Her voice trails off as Trixie fixes her with a glare.
 
"Trixie doesn't rightly care if you do or don't want to tell the story, but in order to know what we're up against, it's necessary to have a full picture."
 
The dusky chemistry teacher gives Sunset a sad smile before nodding her head, seeming to send her exposed chest jiggling in the process. "Indeed, what Trixie says is true, how well we are prepared is up to you. While these tales are difficult to repeat, not studying them could lead to our defeat."
 
Though the creases on the former bully's face show her distress, Sunset finally bobs her head.
 
"You're right, I can't really hold back any information about this. Okay, just give me a moment." Closing her eyes, Sunset takes a deep breath. Crossing her arms under her chest, she props her foot up on the counter behind her. After a moment of silence, she begins.
 
"As I've already explained, all magic has a source; in this case it's a book which shouldn't have existed in this world. Twilight came to take care of it, but when she got her hands on it, the magic went wild and trickeld down to her friends from there. Fluttershy was the last one. She was always really aware of what was going on around her, so I think she knew that something was wrong and distanced herself from her friends. Here's what I remember..."
 
>
 
Although the bell had rung some time ago, and the halls had all but emptied of students, Fluttershy is only just now making her way to her locker. While not normally one to stay late, she has been for the past few days in order to deal with some personal issues. Namely her five best friends.
 
It isn't that she doesn't like them, but rather that something feels strange; as though things aren't quite right. I could be Pinkie Pie and Rarity's overly enthusiastic 'big hair' and obsession with make-up and nail polish, or Rainbow Dash and Applejack's latest competitions based around whose abs look better or how much attention they can draw at once. Or, it may be that Twilight Sparkle has been obsessed with a single book for more than two hours; in fact this latest stint had been going on for nearly a week, something she would have never dreamed of happening!
 
But, perhaps it is none of these. Perhaps it's the fact that Twilight, that is, Princess Twilight of Equestria, has decided to extend her stay at CHS beyond the short visits she usually takes. With such a strange occurance at hand, it's understandable that Fluttershy would feel a little anxious. So, she did what she does best when a problem arises: avoid it entirely.
 
And she has been doing spectacularly at it! The past few days have been a through exercise in staying invisible at nearly all times and, as a result, Fluttershy has been able to avoid detection from her friends. Of course, while the girl may live into her name, that doesn't mean that she's especially happy about it.
 
"Darn feeling," she murmurs, opening her locker. "If only I could shake you loose, maybe I could go back to the girls and things would be okay again. It's so very strange and lonely having to go out of my way to avoid them."
 
Exchanging her books, Fluttershy sighs and tries to smile. "Oh well, I'm sure that things will work out eventually; they always do. Even if another Princess from a magical world has to fall through our statue and put things right again."
 
Giggling at the thought, the pink-haired girl goes to close the door when a quiet jangling sound catches her attention. Pursing her lips, Fluttershy checks the inside of her locker again and there, taped on the inside of the door, is a metal locket accompanied by a slender note. The elegant sloping signature of 'Rarity' is etched across the front of the paper, along with a fat, purple lipstick mark decorating the bottom corner.
 
Though her fingers tremble, the nervous girl takes the items out of her locker, feeling somewhat put off that her friend would open her locker without saying anything. Not that she could have, seeing as they haven't seen each other in days. Allowing the cool metal to rest against the palm of her hand, Fluttershy closes her locker and opens the letter, beginning to read.
 
'Dearest Fluttershy,
I hope this letter finds you well; it's been some time since we last spoke. Since you're not answering my texts or emails, I thought something a little more old fashioned might catch your attention.'
 
Despite the anxiety fluttering about in her belly, the pink-haired girl can't help but smile at the so very Rarity action. Licking her lips, she continues.
 
'I am not certain if I or any of the other girls have done something to offend you, but we all miss you dearly, and would appreciate the chance to talk things out. You may take your time, of course, I would hate for you to feel uncomfortably rushed just to ease our own consciences, but we all chipped in together and decided to buy you a little something. I hope you like it, and you will think of us when you wear it.
 
Seeing you soon, Darling,
-R'
 
"Oh, how sweet," Fluttershy says with a pained smile. Her heart twists in her chest as she reads the note again. "Even though I've put them through so much on account of me, they still care. What kind of friend am I being if I just avoid talking with them because I'm uncomfortable about something I can't place?"
 
Setting her lips into a line, Fluttershy bobs her head, resolving that tomorrow she would go back to her friends and iron this whole thing out. Probably. ...Maybe. But, for the time being, she could at least try on the locket.
 
The silver ornament glints even in the dull overhead lights of the hallway, taking on an unusual pink sheen for a moment. The color catches Fluttershy's eye, but as she holds the chain up to her face, she can never get it to replicate. With a shrug, she finally unfastens the hook and, after a few times shuffling her hair away from her neck, clasps it shut.
 
Feeling the pleasantly cool metal resting against her collarbone, Fluttershy shivers, and then again, though this one seems to go from the base of her spine up to the ends of her hair and down to the tips of her toes. It's a delightful sensation, one that leaves wonderful tingles echoing in its wake.
 
Had she been less entranced by the sensation, Fluttershy might have noticed the eerie pink glow surrounding her neck. Instead, the first sign that something is amiss comes as she takes a step and hears a dull plastic clattering. Frowning, the pink-haired girl glances around until her eye settle on a pair of gaudy blue bracelts rattling about on her left wrist. Considering her rather limited wardrobe, the obnoxious accessories seem horribly out of place. But, more than that, she doesn't remember putting them on.
 
"Well, I'll just take them off then," she suggests, shruggin her shoulders. Again, a gentle clattering, one that she feels this time on either side of her neck. Reaching up, she feels a pair of earrings similar to the braclets on her wrists hanging from the lobes. An increasingly breathless Fluttershy begins panting as she struggles to make sense of this.
 
"I-I-" she begins, before an overwhelmingly warm feeling washes over her body. She arches her shoulders back gasping for air as her breasts suddenly surge forward; the inadequate bra beneath her shirt bursts into a series of pink sparkles that settle in on her belly. She squirms as the muscles seem to rearrange themselves, becoming more solid, more defined, trembling with each gentle shock of pleasure that rushes through her body.
 
Her chest bulges further, revealing more of her gently muscled stomach to the world as her shirt bunches up more towards her breasts. The tingles center on her legs for only a moment before sudden sense of vertigo overtakes the growing girl, setting her a good head and change higher than she had been before. Before she can react, Fluttershy feels her shoes shift into even higher heels, putting her well above her previously average height.
 
"Oh dear, this, this is terrible," the pink-haired girl whimpers, even as her hair brushes against her lower back and then further. Gulping for air, she watches yet another round of growth overtake her breasts, only able to gawk and cup them in a futile attempt to push them back into her body.
 
As if in response to this terrible thought, the seams on her strained shirt begin to tear before ripping entirely. However, rather than falling away, the struggling strands slide lower, barely covering Fluttershy's engorged nipples before forming into a new, frillier top. If one could call the narrow band of cloth 'decent' of course.
 
Though the transformation to her lower body is far less dramatic, Fluttershy's skirt rides up as well on girlish thighs, exposingly a delightful glimpse of her gap to the world. She squeaks in protest, burying a hand between her legs in an attempt to hide her shame, but can only feel the seemingly endless heat boiling away between her legs.
 
And still her breasts swell larger, causing the magically augmented top to tighten around the smooth swell and slope of her chest. Now wrestling the waves of pink hair away with one hand, Fluttershy can only whimper as she feels the tingles begin to settle in between her ears.
 
Things, such delightful things the quiet voice resposible for the feelings promises her; the chance to be back together with her friends, to not feel so out of place. Indeed, she could even be an eye catcher herself, possibly moreso than any of the others. To share in making CHS a place that's not only wonderful, but peaceful and perfect: a place where no one would have to worry about trans-dimensional creatures attacking or being excluded ever again.
 
So many promises, endless possibilities that would tap into her deepest hopes, dreams, and desires.
 
How could she say no?
 
At once, a happy smile slips across her face as the magic finishes its work, leaving her refreshed, renewed, and maybe a little more spacy than before. But that's okay. Reaching into her purse, Fluttershy pulls out her phone and dials.
 
"Rarity? It's Shy. Um, I know it's getting late, but could we, maybe, meet up?"
 
The fashionista was, of course, delighted to do so. After making plans, the pink-haired bimbo bounces and jiggles her way out of the school, earning looks the whole while.
 
>
 
"...And so that's how the cautious Fluttershy ended up being overcome by the magic."
 
Again the room lapses into silence. Sunset taps her foot a few times as she looks between the teacher and student. Neither of them seem ready to say the first word, so the redhead takes it upon herself to do so.
 
"As you can probably tell, the magic is especially powerful; it doesn't have to be recited or even have a spellcaster present to exert itself on the world around it."
 
"Trixie could have told you that," the white haired girl sighs, trying and failing to cross her arms over her chest. "Trixie was changed by an inanimate object as well."
 
"But Ms. Harshwhinny still used it on you in the first place," Sunset tries to explain. "With Fluttershy, she just got taken in by it."
 
"I believe it can be agreed, this is troubling news indeed."
 
Nodding at Zecora, the former student of Princess Celestia offers an apologetic smile.
 
"On the upside, we probably don't have to worry about something like that happening. I said earlier that the source of magic has been removed, so its grip on the school should be significantly less than it might have been."
 
Trixie frowns, leaning forward. "How can you be sure about that."
 
"Well, that's the last part of the story, and how I came to know a lot about what happened here at CHS while the spell was in effect..."